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ethanbialeckiTW: Upsetting themes, mentions of death.
And apologies for my poor writing style.
Sink or Swim – character plot previews for Autumn/Winter 2014.
Essentially I am having a few personal issues as a roleplayer. In that I feel none of my characters particularly have an important role or established presence within Siren Cove. To try and combat that, I have created my ‘Sink or Swim’ programme. In which I have more major plots that could be used any time between now and the end of the year, snippets for each character are chronologically below. And if they don’t swim, then I can sink them.
(I was tempted to find a song to be played in the background like a TV trailer, but feel free to select your own background track. I personally think Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine is fitting.)
~~~
And then, Abi. The words, he could cope with, he’d already read or imagined them over and over like a broken record. But the photos. It was like he was in the car accident all over again. Winded sharply and shocked, disorientated. Watching the moment the light went from her eyes and then darkness. It was his imagination, not a memory, but it was so vivid.
Mr Garner refused to look at the photos, eyes staring down to the ground. Mrs Garner had the opposite reaction, maintaining her composure as much as possible with her damp, pink eyes. Forcing herself to face the images, again and again. To be there for her daughter as she couldn’t be at the time.
If he thought the crime scene photos were bad, the autopsy images on the second day were worse. Owen left half way through, stood outside by a bin and dry heaved for a few minutes. Composed himself as much as was possible. He pointedly ignored the sympathetic glances from most parties when he returned. And sat through the rest of the day feeling numb and slightly out of body.
After several gruelling days of evidence, the jury went to deliberate. Did they believe the investigation had been carried out correctly? A yes seemed wrong to Owen, they couldn’t seem to tell him how Abi had died so clearly something was wrong. But a no meant they were reopening everything. Along with additional criminal charges to several medical and legal professionals.
His coffee was cold in his hands, but the consistent dark brown was soothing for his eyes. Calming until Caitlin rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, “The jury are back. They’ve reached a decision.”
~~~
She felt empty. Everyone had prepared her for the birth, guided her through the pregnancy but they’d all ignored the elephant in the room. Either because they wouldn’t or couldn’t address what would come afterward. The only advice she’d been given was that it was best not to see the baby.
She’d asked for the Tanners not to be present at the birth, (although no doubt they were in a room nearby). It seemed fitting that the only involvement she’d have in her child’s life, began and ended with Drew there with her.
Drew had wiped her forehead and whispered praise in her ear as the midwife announced the gender. High pitched wails filling the air for a few brief moments, as everyone traded tired but optimistic smiles. And then the baby was gone.
Bonnie’s mood had gone from relieved to panicked in seconds. The mothering instinct washing over her in intense waves. A sudden need to hold her baby, look down at the squished red face, count all 10 perfect fingers and all 10 perfect toes. Gently feel the tuft of hair, (the only thing she’d actually seen) and soothe the infant’s distressed cries. “No,” she breathed, sitting up and making an attempt to get out the bed.
~~~
“My father says he might be able to get me a job in New York…” Ethan stated, looking up from to his phone to Esther with surprise and confusion in his eyes. How the old man had managed that he had no idea.
“What?!” Asked his best friend, trying to determine the emotion to return – although barely hiding her own excitement at the prospect. The look Ethan fixed her with suggested he knew that she’d heard perfectly well what he’d said. She grinned widely, “So when are you moving in?”
There was an awkward silence caused by the surprising lack of enthusiastic planning by Ethan.
“If this is about your infatuation with Michaela,” Esther began, mistaking the silences, “Then you know she doesn’t have those feelings for you! I left it be because your life is your own back there, but so is hers and she has shown. No. Interest. She hasn’t given any sign that she has those feelings for you and you need to get that message and move on. And please, see that I am saying this as your friend. Pick someone who reflects those feelings back.”
It stung like a slap. But only because it was all the truth. Esther was honest to a fault, although had enough tact which prevented her using that trait too frequently. Had she just spoken from her own jealousy or hurt then he’d have let the words rush off him like water. But it wasn’t.
~~~
He’d never seen Jerry shaken before. Typically the other man was a fountain of positive emotion, or on rare occasion saddened. Usually at the loss of something from the world. Whether that be the death of a friend (typically an older customer), or just general humanity.
Shaken though… “What did he want?” Alfie asked, of the tall man who had demanded he speak with Jerry Burton. As a non-customer, Alfie had attempted to determine why but the other was politely reluctant to say anything. Finally giving in, he’d taken him to Jerry’s office and showed himself out.
Alfie felt like he’d seen the man’s face but didn’t know him. He’d barely been in the office two minutes before he’d dashed back out. Face like he’d been given the secrets of the universe. And here was Jerry looking like he’d seen something truly horrific.
“That was Owen Phillips,” his boss stated quietly, “The man I saved from the car crash. But I was wrong to; I should have let him die.”
OOC: Thank you for reading, and if you want any further info about any plots/want to get pllot or get involved in any of the above, feel free to domment or private message. :)
And apologies for my poor writing style.
Sink or Swim – character plot previews for Autumn/Winter 2014.
Essentially I am having a few personal issues as a roleplayer. In that I feel none of my characters particularly have an important role or established presence within Siren Cove. To try and combat that, I have created my ‘Sink or Swim’ programme. In which I have more major plots that could be used any time between now and the end of the year, snippets for each character are chronologically below. And if they don’t swim, then I can sink them.
(I was tempted to find a song to be played in the background like a TV trailer, but feel free to select your own background track. I personally think Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine is fitting.)
~~~
And then, Abi. The words, he could cope with, he’d already read or imagined them over and over like a broken record. But the photos. It was like he was in the car accident all over again. Winded sharply and shocked, disorientated. Watching the moment the light went from her eyes and then darkness. It was his imagination, not a memory, but it was so vivid.
Mr Garner refused to look at the photos, eyes staring down to the ground. Mrs Garner had the opposite reaction, maintaining her composure as much as possible with her damp, pink eyes. Forcing herself to face the images, again and again. To be there for her daughter as she couldn’t be at the time.
If he thought the crime scene photos were bad, the autopsy images on the second day were worse. Owen left half way through, stood outside by a bin and dry heaved for a few minutes. Composed himself as much as was possible. He pointedly ignored the sympathetic glances from most parties when he returned. And sat through the rest of the day feeling numb and slightly out of body.
After several gruelling days of evidence, the jury went to deliberate. Did they believe the investigation had been carried out correctly? A yes seemed wrong to Owen, they couldn’t seem to tell him how Abi had died so clearly something was wrong. But a no meant they were reopening everything. Along with additional criminal charges to several medical and legal professionals.
His coffee was cold in his hands, but the consistent dark brown was soothing for his eyes. Calming until Caitlin rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, “The jury are back. They’ve reached a decision.”
~~~
She felt empty. Everyone had prepared her for the birth, guided her through the pregnancy but they’d all ignored the elephant in the room. Either because they wouldn’t or couldn’t address what would come afterward. The only advice she’d been given was that it was best not to see the baby.
She’d asked for the Tanners not to be present at the birth, (although no doubt they were in a room nearby). It seemed fitting that the only involvement she’d have in her child’s life, began and ended with Drew there with her.
Drew had wiped her forehead and whispered praise in her ear as the midwife announced the gender. High pitched wails filling the air for a few brief moments, as everyone traded tired but optimistic smiles. And then the baby was gone.
Bonnie’s mood had gone from relieved to panicked in seconds. The mothering instinct washing over her in intense waves. A sudden need to hold her baby, look down at the squished red face, count all 10 perfect fingers and all 10 perfect toes. Gently feel the tuft of hair, (the only thing she’d actually seen) and soothe the infant’s distressed cries. “No,” she breathed, sitting up and making an attempt to get out the bed.
~~~
“My father says he might be able to get me a job in New York…” Ethan stated, looking up from to his phone to Esther with surprise and confusion in his eyes. How the old man had managed that he had no idea.
“What?!” Asked his best friend, trying to determine the emotion to return – although barely hiding her own excitement at the prospect. The look Ethan fixed her with suggested he knew that she’d heard perfectly well what he’d said. She grinned widely, “So when are you moving in?”
There was an awkward silence caused by the surprising lack of enthusiastic planning by Ethan.
“If this is about your infatuation with Michaela,” Esther began, mistaking the silences, “Then you know she doesn’t have those feelings for you! I left it be because your life is your own back there, but so is hers and she has shown. No. Interest. She hasn’t given any sign that she has those feelings for you and you need to get that message and move on. And please, see that I am saying this as your friend. Pick someone who reflects those feelings back.”
It stung like a slap. But only because it was all the truth. Esther was honest to a fault, although had enough tact which prevented her using that trait too frequently. Had she just spoken from her own jealousy or hurt then he’d have let the words rush off him like water. But it wasn’t.
~~~
He’d never seen Jerry shaken before. Typically the other man was a fountain of positive emotion, or on rare occasion saddened. Usually at the loss of something from the world. Whether that be the death of a friend (typically an older customer), or just general humanity.
Shaken though… “What did he want?” Alfie asked, of the tall man who had demanded he speak with Jerry Burton. As a non-customer, Alfie had attempted to determine why but the other was politely reluctant to say anything. Finally giving in, he’d taken him to Jerry’s office and showed himself out.
Alfie felt like he’d seen the man’s face but didn’t know him. He’d barely been in the office two minutes before he’d dashed back out. Face like he’d been given the secrets of the universe. And here was Jerry looking like he’d seen something truly horrific.
“That was Owen Phillips,” his boss stated quietly, “The man I saved from the car crash. But I was wrong to; I should have let him die.”
OOC: Thank you for reading, and if you want any further info about any plots/want to get pllot or get involved in any of the above, feel free to domment or private message. :)
